#ant

I want to write a book which is the history of comedy. ↗

— John Cleese

#comedy #history #i #the history of #want

If life were fair, Dan Quayle would be making a living asking 'Do you want fries with that?' ↗

— John Cleese

#dan #dan quayle #fair #fries #life

Most films are rooted in a book or a comic strip, but I don't go out there saying I want to do adaptations. ↗

— Ralph Fiennes

#comic #comic strip #films #go #i

There is a tension in relationships between wanting to return to the womb, but also wanting to be free. Because sometimes the woman's attentions can be overly maternal, and you want to go, 'Ahhhh!' ↗

— Ralph Fiennes

#attentions #because #between #free #go

I'm undaunted in my quest to amuse myself by constantly changing my hair. ↗

— Hillary Clinton

#amuse #changing #constantly #hair #i

I can never do better than Fawlty Towers whatever I do. Now I very much want to teach young talent some rules of the game. ↗

— John Cleese

#game #i #i can #i do #much

You take a vacation to a place like Thailand and you're ready for the excitement of something new and foreign. But when you're working 14-hour days, all you want is something familiar to ground you. And there's just nothing there. ↗

— Ed Helms

#excitement #familiar #foreign #ground #just

One thing I have frankly decided is that when it comes to political reform we have two conservative parties in British politics. Both the Labour and Conservative parties have constantly and repeatedly failed to honour promises they have made about reforming, cleaning, modernising our clapped-out system. ↗

— Nick Clegg

#both #british #cleaning #comes #conservative

Asking an artist to talk about his work is like asking a plant to discuss horticulture. ↗

— Jean Cocteau

#artist #asking #discuss #his #horticulture

I wanted to write an adventure story, not, it's true, I really did. I shall have failed, that's all. Adventures bore me. I have no idea how to talk about countries, how to make people wish they had been there. I am not a good travelling salesman. Countries? Where are they , whatever became of them. When I was twelve I dreamed of Hongkong. That tedious, commonplace little provincial town! Shops sprouting from every nook and cranny! The Chinese junks pictured on the lids of chocolate boxes used to fascinate me. Junks: sort of chopped-off barges, where the housewives do all their cooking and washing on deck. They even have television. As for the Niagara Falls: water, nothing but water! A dam is more interesting; at least one can occasionally see a big crack at its base, and hope for some excitement. When one travels, one sees nothing but hotels. Squalid rooms, with iron bedsteads, and a picture of some kind hanging on the wall from a rusty nail, a coloured print of London Bridge or the Eiffel Tower. One also sees trains, lots of trains, and airports that look like restaurants, and restaurants that look like morgues. All the ports in the world are hemmed in by oil slicks and shabby customs buildings. In the streets of the towns, people keep to the sidewalks, cars stop at red lights. If only one occasionally arrived in a country where women are the colour of steel and men wear owls on their heads. But no, they are sensible, they all have black ties, partings to one side, brassières and stiletto heels. In all the restaurants, when one has finished eating one calls over the individual who has been prowling among the tables, and pays him with a promissory note. There are cigarettes everywhere! There are airplanes and automobiles everywhere. ↗

— J.M.G. Le Clézio

#airplane #airport #automobile #country #hotel